My hands had balled into fist and my nails dug into my palms. The mouth working my breast was nice, but my body demanded satisfaction lower. I’d silenced the conservative side of myself, and a new woman rose up in her place. Wild, free, and sexual. I wanted someday to be a shark in the boardroom, but a shark in the bedroom now? Even better.
“Yes,” I whispered, too quickly to change my mind or think about repercussions. What had I just agreed to? I wasn’t bisexual. Was I? Women were attractive, and I’d felt weirdly turned on watching the occasional threesome that was two girls and a guy, but this was such a huge leap. Would I be filled with regret and shame tomorrow?
No. Joseph had told me I wasn’t allowed to. I gave over and submitted.
Payton’s mouth was locked on a nipple, drawing it between her teeth right on the edge of pain, as Dominic’s pace suddenly sped to the mind-erasing one Joseph had given me in front of the mirror.
“Shit,” he said breathlessly. “Fuck, Payton, I’m getting close.”
Her head tilted up to Joseph. “Can he come on her?”
He must have given her a signal because she stood abruptly and stepped out of Dominic’s way so he could stand between my legs. What was . . . oh, holy shit. Dominic’s hand clenched his dick along with Payton’s, both of them pumping their grip on him.
“Wait,” I said, my annoying reflex I couldn’t get control of. “Wait, wait, wait—”
All the other people heard was push, push, push. Then Dominic gave an enormous gasp, followed by a slew of profanity as his hot cum shot onto my naked flesh. Ribbon after ribbon of white struck my skin, painted on my belly and . . . lower. I moaned as he coated my pussy, so needy for any kind of contact that even this felt good.
I didn’t blink and my chin rested on the shirt wadded around my neck, my mouth wide open so I could choke in air. Payton’s hand slowed on Dominic’s dick as his soft moans did, his body recovering from the explosion.
What was I supposed to think about what had just happened? It was so far out of my comfort zone I wasn’t sure. But what about Joseph? My head lolled toward him, and he watched me back with interest, as if gauging my reaction. His lips pulled back into a pleased smile, which heated me all the way to my core.
“Clean that up.” Dominic’s deep voice cut through my fog. This was an order he’d given to Payton. Clean it . . . ?
“Oh, shit,” I said. “Wait.” Dammit, stop doing that.
There was a flurry of activity when Payton sank to her knees between my thighs. Both men grabbed chairs and sat on either side of me.
“Is that a ‘stop’?” Joseph asked lightly. His fingertips touched my knee, gently pulling it back so Payton had more room. The warm, thick liquid was creeping down my stomach, slowly making its way to my aching clit. No, it wasn’t a stop. I pressed my lips together and shook my head.
“I’ll try not to say it again.” I was tired of being a scared little lamb.
Joseph’s other hand rested on the back of my neck and he kissed me so softly it made me woozy. “It’s more than fine, baby girl. You’re nervous and I’m asking a lot of you, but I know you’re going to like this. And me? I’m going to fucking love it.” He glanced across the way. “Dominic, you mind?”
He gestured to my legs, and Dominic understood. His hand slipped onto my knee, so the men held me open for her. Payton’s hands rested just on the inside of the men’s, warm hands on my legs.
She made a noise of appreciation. “Look at how she fucking trembles. God, feel it in her legs. It’s so sexy.” She leaned forward and licked just below my bellybutton, getting me to flinch, and both men tightened their grip in response. She licked again, this one lower and dangerously close to my pussy. “She makes me feel,” her tongue swiped lower, “powerful.”
“Yes,” Joseph said. I couldn’t tell if it was in agreement to Payton’s words, or encouragement for what she was doing. I moaned when her tongue lapped at me, then slid up. Apparently following Dominic’s command was the first order of business. I grew lightheaded from how hard I was breathing.
“Do you like it, you filthy slut?” Joseph whispered, his hand shifting to wrap around my throat, his thumb pressing gently across my windpipe, asserting his control. “You’ve got another man’s cum on you.”
I stared back at him, unable to find words. I could feel his power at all times, but now it was like a blanket, covering me completely. Her tongue danced on my wet skin, slicking over it, taking her time as she removed all traces of Dominic from me. The tremble continued, making me vibrate in the seat. My arms had gone numb behind my back while the rest of me was on fire.
As Payton’s head moved steadily toward my center, her long ponytail fell against my skin, tickling me, and a nervous half-laugh came from my throat. Oh my God, another woman was about to go down on me while two men watched.
“Mmm,” I moaned and arched my back when she made contact, unintentionally shoving my breasts toward the men. Joseph dipped his head and captured the one closest in his lips.
Dominic’s hand squeezed my knee. “Payton, I love watching you eat pussy.”
Her tongue swirled just as Joseph’s did and I bucked in the chair. Payton’s hand covered Dominic’s and pushed it up my thigh, but he turned to stone.
“No, devil woman. She’s Joseph’s—”
Payton issued an exasperated sound. “Sharing isn’t one of his limits.”
The thought stopped me cold and I kicked myself for not realizing it sooner. Joseph and Payton . . . had they slept together? Oh, shit. Had she been one of his subs? She seemed to know a lot about him, but then again, he hadn’t told her about his past.
Joseph gave a wicked laugh. “I don’t mind. She certainly won’t.”